And Yet I Salute The Flag Of The Golden Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

And yet, I salute the flag of the golden
who live in Light.
who have no other country., really.

holding their breath
till the storm passes
or the one note

in the bravest song.
who smile anyway
whenever the shingles fly

strange birds
or the earth shifts.
who think of something better

even on the brink
on the verge
who watch the flight of birds

till the silver flickers out of the clouds.
and who do not need to speak of this:
out loud.

mary angela douglas 11 september 2015